[OPEN] ANXIETYYYY

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

Characters: Poland and every last person ever.
Setting: Room 1-18, stairs, cafeteria
Format: Action.
Summary: Poland is new, Poland is shy, and Poland is confused. Sure are a lot of strangers in this here tower, but his search to figure out where the hell he is has him going all over.
Warnings: Poland being very shy.

['Your world has been destroyed. I saved you. Let's all be happy here'

That made absolutely no sense. If his world had been destroyed, he wouldn't even be here now. And who saved him? Those burning questions are pretty much gone, though, once he realizes that in the room he's in.

And that there are people he does not know. It takes him a few moments (moments filled with quivering and very obvious stranger anxiety) before he makes a run for it. He has no idea where he is and it kind of pisses him off. Was he kidnapped or something? Kidnapping is lame.

He gets lost a few times before he manages to find his way to the cafeteria because he smells food and hey, food. Food is always good.]

Comments

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[Looking suspicious. It's Russia.]

There's like, nobody else?

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Ah... Not from Eastern Europe that I was meeting.... Ah.... I have only seen America... But he was a girl... And not girl like you are being girl-like, but girl as in she was a girl. _{[He made a hand gesture]} And I was meeting Mattvey, but he was being a girl too... _{[Ivan's brows furrowed]} And I am thinking these were only countries I am meeting so far. _{[Small shrug; thoughtful look]}

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

What do you mean they're all girls? Oh my gosh. They're guys, dude. I think anyway...

[Last time he remembered them! And really, he doesn't know about the whole other world stuff going on.]

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

_{[Ivan nods, a small smile curving over his lips. After all, he had been confused at first as well]} They are girls. From different world. But us. Ah... Our world but not. I da, they are men. Ours our men. But they are girls. It is very strange. I am seeing you are still the right gender.

_{Or not, it is sometimes hard to tell}

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[Poland is still unsure about this. But then again, it's Russia. He's always weird.]

Uh huh...

So like, where are we then?

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

_{[He frowned, watching Poland]}

In a tower...

...Somewhere...

I am... not knowing where.

Are you just getting here?

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

Wow, totally helpful. [He is so eyerolling at you.]

Um yeah. I am.

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

That is as helpful as anyone will be being. [Stares at the Pole, and frowns]

Ah, that would be explaining why I have not been seeing. [Frown]

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[Why is he staring at him and why is he frowning? Poland can frown back.]

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

[Of course he was not the type to normally ask for help, but he did have a question for the smaller nation, and he did his best to smile once more] Is our world being okay...?

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

Our world? Yeah, it's like, doing fine. That note told me it's all destroyed and stuff, but I totally don't think so. We're both still here so it's obviously cool.

[Yeah, he's not worrying at all.]

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Are you really thinking so? [He eyed the Pole, nodding, but it was one of the first things the smaller nation ever said that made him feel a little better. It made sense, in a way. After all, if their land was destroyed, they ought to be too, right? Unless they were all like Prussia...]

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm totally thinking so. [Actually Poland can't really be a good judge on this: he was still alive when he wasn't a country either.]

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

[It was still a nice hope, though, kept there in the back of his mind] I am hoping you are being right for once.... It would be nice to go back and see for self though.

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

My word is totally trustworthy! [Like all those letters he sent.

Remember those, Russia?]

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

[Of course--those letters were easy to deal with. He had plenty of friends, after all] I am not knowing about that. You say a lot of very strange things. Like how your vodka is being better. And how my capitol should be being Warsaw....

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

Oh my gosh, when do I ever say strange things? [He's the most sensible guy ever.]

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Almost everything you say is strange.... [small shrug]

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

Dude, everything I say is like...the opposite of strange.

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Ah... Nyet. Not so much. You say many, many strange things, Pol'sha.

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

Uh, nie. [HE CAN BREAK OUT THE POLISH.] But you're totally strange, Rosja.

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

You are sounding better when you are speaking my language... [Frowny face] I am not being that strange. But if I was being strange, you are being very very strange.

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

And you're like, sounding better when you aren't talking. [That'll be his one good comeback for the year.] Everybody would totally disagree on that.

[vanavanushka.livejournal.com]

Is that being so? [Raises his brows, amused] I am not thinking so.... You are just very silly country, Pol'sha!

[polishrule.livejournal.com]

[Sighing, rolling his eyes.] Dude, why are you even talking to me again?